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Jul 2013
lust.

No. Lust...

That need which cravenly capitalizes upon itself.

Covet -- lust. Hunger -- lust. Adult -- lust. Blood -- lust.

My eyes are burning red

and I cannot see the forest for the

bruised
beautiful
******
bare
branches.
Written by
Zachary L
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